First Word

The is a depiction of the life of the 43rd President in three interleaved stages: college, Texas politician, and first term President. All themes of his personality build up to and converge on the war in Iraq.  He overcomes  his wild and drunken youth by sheer force of will, which blossoms as prideful willfulness vis-à-vis parents and staff. The Texas political days, under tutelage of Karl Rove, teach him to limit his talk to carefully focused themes and remain undistracted. All of this is pulled together by the 9-11 which focuses all the threads of his life on warfare, guided by Cheney who wants to steer the Empire to a position that controls Middle East oil.

The cloak-and-dagger of the “Weapons of Mass Destruction” charge against Iraq is treated, but the major premise is left untouched, namely: suppose (contrary to fact) that Saddam Hussein did have “WMD’s”. So what? Many countries “have WMD’s,” most notably the USA; and what WMD’s Iraq ever did have were supplied by the US. This is yet another example of the importance of unpacking both the major and minor premises that usually lie buried and disguised in modern political rhetoric. Mastering this skill is the single most important thing needed to unmask the designs of our rulers, who have put the minds of our people into a virtual stupor through the endless sports and media broadcasts.

The biggest lacuna of the movie, however, is the elephant in the living room that is completely ignored: the jewish influence in all this. The buddhist jew  Oliver Stone acts as though there were no neo-cons shilling for a foreign policy devoted to Israel forever: Wolfowitz is present but largely silent; AIPAC is absent; the chattering Kristol and Krauthammer and cronies are completely absent.  As if W’s regime was actually all about oil! He supplies “documentation” that oil was the motive in a file included on the DVD, but a scan of this documentation shows that it does not support his thesis at all: it is simply other journalists making the same allegation, or arguments for why oil should be a concern.

It is thus the double switcheroo. Jews coerce America into a war against jews’ enemies. The right wing falls into line, and by making war the only non-negotiable in debate, is neutralized on every issue except war. Then, other jews “expose” the lies and injustice involved in the war, leading to a regime change in which the jewish communists take over the domestic control (while continuing the wars as well).

The genius of the hebishkeitsreich over the last 30 years has been in polarizing Americans between the Republican Party — shill for jewish foreign-policy goals, and the Democratic Party — shill for jewish domestic communism.  We fight over whether to favor the one or the other, and completely miss how both sides serve the interests of our traditional tribal enemies. The nattering heads get us into heated arguments as to whether Iraq has WMD’s, and after a while it seems beyond debate that, at least if they do, we are justified in attacking them.  At length, we are justified in attacking even if, as Major Strassor said, “the reasons are a little vague.”  So it is that the “rulers behind the throne” trick us. You would think conservatives would finally learn. One would have thought good Catholic boy and neo-con pawn, former Penna. Senator Santorum would have learned from his defeat in the anti-war backlash. But no. He has not. Has anyone, once the deal with Mephistopheles is made?

All of this is not to mention the 9-11 itself, which is taken at face value throughout the film. I see the fingerprint of Mossad, with US acquiescence, etched clearly on the events of 9-11. Jew Stone, who in any context not favorable to jews sees a conspiracy behind every bush,  apparently sees nothing odd about 19 skinny Arab boys that overpowered strong US pilots at close quarters, killed them — not one attack going amiss –, gained control of the airliners, and then held their wrists steady while plowing their vehicles headlong into obstacles. Try doing that on your bicycle, at slow speed. Then, imagine that this is your first time on a bike.

The sinister Cheney is well-played by Richard Jew Dreyfus — another bit of chutzpah if there ever was one! Laura (Elizabeth Banks) comes across as quite a babe. The ever-venerable James Cromwell does HW and the unflappable Scott Glenn does Donald Rumsfeld.  Josh Brolin does a nice job in the title role.

Not surprisingly, my sympathy for the W was actually increased by the movie. If you fill in the lines between the dots according to reality rather than Stone’s propaganda, the W actually starts to look less like a tyrant and more a hapless ignorant dupe.  He comes across as a man whose weaknesses were played like a fiddle as he was washed away to sea by forces that he may have been completely unaware of.  This movie is meant to be a post-mortem, but it may actually, willy-nilly, be an instrument of W’s rehabilitation.